"Home! Is it really you?! ”

A young man who followed Sir White Vitex walked out and came to Holm, who was holding the baby girl.

Holm raised his head, lifted his already red and swollen eyelids, saw the person in front of him clearly, and cried out in surprise as he overlapped the person in front of him with the image of a friend he remembered.

"Leon... You... What's going on with this outfit? ”

Holm recognized his former companions standing in front of him, who also belonged to the lowest level of the Black Dove, mingling between Nolan's underground city and Nolan's alleyways.

"When I returned, I found that the beautiful Gutama had been captured by Nolan's law enforcement team, and you and your sister seemed to have disappeared from this world! But you're ...... now."

Holm looked at his former friend and didn't know what to say, he was still wearing an old patched dress, and Leon was wearing a brand new gown, the kind he could barely afford in his life in terms of the texture of the fabric.

A few months ago, Home's friend had accompanied him through the sewers of Nolan, and he was disgraced every day, and now he looked like an heir from that aristocratic family.

"A well-meaning artist was willing to let me learn acting with him as a disciple." Leon glanced at Sir Whitevitex next to him, who was concentrating on the tavernkeeper's discussion of cooperation.

"You're so lucky, I said you want to eat just by your face."

Holm sighed enviously, people like them who live at the bottom of Nolan live an extremely difficult life every day, and people like Leon are extremely lucky to be valued by Nolan's nobles and merchants by their appearance.

And as an actor's apprentice, not the kind of lover in the dark.

"What about you, Home, going to that underground prison again today?" Leon asked, pointing to the swollen marks on Holm's eyes.

"That's right, I won the championship, but the prize money was robbed by those damn orcs!"

Holm's anger affected the baby girl he was holding in his arms, and the baby girl let out a piercing cry again.

"Home...... Why don't you go to the White Vitex Theater with me, and I'll find a way to convince my mentor." ”

Leon knew his friend's difficult situation, poverty was one thing, he adopted a baby girl who didn't know where he came from, Leon thought this guy was just playing, but he didn't expect that after such a long time, Holm still didn't give up on the unknown baby.

"Those aristocratic grandfathers won't like a dirty rat like me." Holm said with some self-deprecation, "I don't have your face." ”

"But... You've won the championship of the Underground Prison, although... I don't know much about the rules in the prison, but the game in the prison is supposed to be played with... Singing-related, right? ”

"I'm just talking useless nonsense, and the nobleman's grandfather is not interested in nonsense."

Holm didn't seem to want to drag down his promising friend, and wanted to reach out and pat Leon on the shoulder to encourage him to seize the opportunity, but he found that his hands were full of filth and immediately pulled him back.

"But... I've heard your song Holm, it's pretty good... You wait for me here. ”

Leon seemed to remember something, and immediately ran out of the tavern, and it wasn't long before he ran in with a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Home.

Here's a picture... Flyer, a delicate flyer.

"The Chant of the World?" Holm looked at the headline on the flyer, and asked with some confusion.

"Hmm... Recently, the Nolan Voice is preparing a show where the winner will receive a prize and will be able to appear in front of Nolan's audience. ”

"Nolan's Voice...... "Holm had only heard of this radio program, and he no longer had any money left to buy such an expensive thing as the right to use the 'magic net', and only occasionally heard some passers-by on the street mention this magical network.

Voices that can be heard in Nolan......

"I... Will give it a try. Holm wasn't sure if the residents of Nolan would accept underground prison music, but he didn't want to miss any opportunity to make money, and the money he would make each month from staying in the tavern wouldn't be enough to support himself.

"And Holm, I... Hopefully from... You buy a piece of information here. Leon took out two gold coins and stuffed them into his hand, no matter what information Holm knew, the value of the information was definitely not comparable to that of gold coins.

Leon is helping his friends in this way.

"Just ask." Holm clenched the gold coin in his hand and did not refuse.

"I... I was separated from my sister Riley, and I haven't seen her since Gutama was captured, do you know there's any information about her? ”

"Your sister? I've heard a rumor that a young demon girl and a group of elves were seen leaving, and I don't know where they went. ”

"Elves? I... I probably know ......."

Before Leon could say words of thanks, Sir Thorn had already negotiated with the tavernkeeper, who decided to sell the tavern to Sir Thorn.

"Why did that mentor of yours buy this tavern?"

Holm soothed the baby girl to sleep and whispered to his friend.

"I heard from my mentor... It is for the installation of a 'TV set'. ”

He didn't quite understand the truth of the matter, and today it was to find his sister's traces that he offered to let Sir White Vithorn take him to Squirrel Street.

"'Television'? What is that? Is there a new type of magic machine name, or some magic name? ”

Holm glanced at the outside of the tavern, where there was no sign of any large mage machine other than the magic guide vehicle.

"Anyway, Holm, I'll convince the mentor to let you continue working here, I think it won't be long before business in this tavern gets better."

Leon hurried to Sir Bravite, and the old woman beside him took out a contract to discuss something.

Holm held the baby girl in one hand and looked at the flyer with the other that read "Singers of the World" and looked at the line, 'All the inhabitants of Nolan, regardless of their birth, can participate in this contest.'

He wasn't sure if words that sounded barbaric to outsiders would be acceptable to Nolan's people, but now it seemed that he had the only way to go.

"Don't worry... You'll be able to eat in no time. Holm whispered to the sleeping baby girl.